Breaking up dogfights and getting bitten as a reward for my pains is not my idea of a fun Friday night. I should have followed my first instinct and gone straight to the movies instead of coming home to let the dogs inside. I think next time someone asks me to dogsit I will have to say no.

I’m fine, it didn’t break the skin, but I’m still trying to calm down, the adrenaline is still pumping and I feel like doing something nuts. This must be what skydivers and bungee jumpers feel like. I had a chance to go bungee jumping off of a bridge that crosses the Corinth Canal once, but these silly impulses called common sense and self-preservation prevailed.

It’s been a very long day after too little sleep and one too many dogs, so I am off to get some rest. I want to be fresh as a daisy for watching Razor tomorrow!